Floppy you sent the bad luck my way you cùnt Have been diagnosed with throat fùcking cancer in the last few weeks. Tests on going and will find out how shit next week. Must get off PR tbf and take up yoga or some shit like that

Thanks slick and dan. All ticking along and it turns out I have a less shit sexy version so in with a very very good chance of being grand. Starting treatment in 2 weeks and while it sounds pretty shit I should make it and maybe even have more attractive facial features

Thanks slick and dan. All ticking along and it turns out I have a less shit sexy version so in with a very very good chance of being grand. Starting treatment in 2 weeks and while it sounds pretty shit I should make it and maybe even have more attractive facial features

I read through this thread occasionally, my reaction from FUCK on reading your first post to PHEW in the space of 40 seconds, after reading this one. Good luck.

Thanks slick and dan. All ticking along and it turns out I have a less shit sexy version so in with a very very good chance of being grand. Starting treatment in 2 weeks and while it sounds pretty shit I should make it and maybe even have more attractive facial features

I read through this thread occasionally, my reaction from FUCK on reading your first post to PHEW in the space of 40 seconds, after reading this one. Good luck.

Thanks bro. Will be a long summer without the drinking my face off in the middle but fuckit

Cheers Leinsterlion, though in fairness I suffered in silence for a good 6 months - it was only once things got tricky that I pulled the trigger. Two interviews this week, and one next week, and still to hear back from one other, so fingers crossed .

Keep at it!

I've quit or took redundancy several times without a job to go to

Don't worry how it looks on your CV, most good companies don't care.

I burned through 49 applications last November. Trying to get a contract in Sydney just before Xmas is almost impossible. But things happen.

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Week 1 and a bit in. Not committing to weekly reports as I suspect I won't be arsed fairly quickly. Head and neck cancer treatment sucks and blows and then sucks again but sure tis what it tis. Last Thursday week they started by giving me a anti nausea and steroids in a drip for two hours and then sent me down all hooked up for my radiotherapy. As I am a massive girls knickers I don't like the feeling of being clamped to the table by the head while they zap me. Turns out I am actually ok with it. They then brought me back upstairs wheeling the oul drip and put 100mg cisplatin chemo into me. Turns out this is the highest dose. I get it every three rather than one week and I know so about it. Said It is because I am young and fit, who is to argue, but I am not sure It is worth It. It f**ked me up from Tuesday to Thursday bad. Thought I was a different species and couldn't really move much . Lots of nausea and puking and shit. Wasn't actually able to watch or read anything for days. Would just lie there eyes closed focused on the moment. Not sexy though obviously I still look amazing. The neck tumour is now How to Get Ahead in Advertising big after each day of radio. I suspect by looking at people it may be talking to them but is remaining brutally silent with me. The burning of the throat by the radio is sore and the taste issues annoying but the weakness and nausea is the worst. Fingers crossed I am getting a break from the worst of that until week three. 7 radio sessions of 35 and 1 of 3 chemo and I can report standing again and a solid 6 out of 10 for cancer. HURRAH

Having overcome a far less ingressive cancer than you ER, I'm obviously inclined to say, man-up you soft-cock. However, knowing your situation, readily and without cynicism or sarcasm say, good on you fella; you're stronger than any of this on faux show of big nobs. All the best dude.

My wife was a little 'man uppish' for a few days Look the treatment is shite but unlike some of the people I am hanging out with the prognosis is good. I am going in and out to a cancer hospital in leafy Rathgar. The serenity is somewhat punctured by the sickness in the walls. The kids I see knocking around are good for any self pity. Actually on the radiotherapy machine they have all stickers for the kids and that gave me a big jolt of man up. They should show me one child each day

My wife was a little 'man uppish' for a few days Look the treatment is shite but unlike some of the people I am hanging out with the prognosis is good. I am going in and out to a cancer hospital in leafy Rathgar. The serenity is somewhat punctured by the sickness in the walls. The kids I see knocking around are good for any self pity. Actually on the radiotherapy machine they have all stickers for the kids and that gave me a big jolt of man up. They should show me one child each day

You got it in one fella (but everyone on this bored knows that) ... really respect ur pragmatism u old kunt, as MJ said (less the pedo element), beat it

Thanks all. Means a lot. Iarmhi it goes 2 hours fluid with magnesium and steroids and anti nausea. 2 hours chemo an then two hours fluids with potassium. All in there for about 7 hours on that day and home. You feel ok the first few days as they give you strong anti nausea and steroids for first three days. Wheels came off for me about day 5 which is typical. With my treatment you tend to end up an Inpatient about week 5-7 or within 2 weeks after finishing. Mainly because you can't eat but I am aiming to stay out

Week 2 and a bit in and I can safely say I won't be doing this again. Last weekend had the eldests Communion so they filled me with steroids for the day. What goes up must come down so I crashed like Prince Phillip trying to run over some villagers. Sunday the vomiting picked up and the week was pretty much that until Thursday night and I had a temp of 38.5. Not sure about the system in other countries but here it is a bit shambolic. If I get sick before 6pm I go to my dedicated cancer hospital. After 6pm or weekends I go to any A&E. So they told me from the start 'dont get sick after 6pm' and I didn't oblige. They told me tell A&E you are an oncology patient under Dr X so I thought I would go to A&E and the cancer team would breeze into the reception and whisk me off on a trolley to a special isolation area probably with games and bean bags. Turns out I was wrong. They had me in the waiting area of James's with not one but two prisoners with 6 prison guards and various other drunks and reprobates. Then I got the call after an hour and got brought into a new section where the nurse stabbed me badly for blood and said hopefully we will have a bed soon and put me in a new waiting area. I thought thank fùck those prisone...no sooner had a I thought it the two lads were moved to this tiny area beside me no accompanied by a mental drunk lad in a suit shouting THAT'S IT and OOOOOOHHHHHH A memory I will treasure. Anyway that was the night- me with a worsening temp and compromised immunity with all the mad bastards of Dublin. At 6am they put me on a trolley and said you have sepsis. Without missing a beat I said after last night I am not surprised. She took the time to explain I had the infection already which was nice. Silver lining was I was transferred to Luke's on Friday and had to be given a private room as I had to be in isolation after James's Two days in here I appear to have sorted puking my face off during the day and might even stuck my hands down my pants later

A close friend of my wife was diagnosed with cancer 21 days ago, apparently a rare type and one that spreads incredibly fast. She died yesterday at the age of 52 and this has not been good for my wife's depression. We will attend the wake in two days time and must admit I am not looking forward to it.

ERWishing you all the best mate in your battle. Kick the evil fucker in the balls once for me and once for my wife.